The Red Pail, Anum Sattar

The Red Pail

 

Before we were held up by wriggling tails
and measured from the tips of our short snouts to our small fins

 

I thought there was little difference between us,
but then you were thrown back to splash around with the other fingerlings

 

whereas I, a pan fish, was yanked off the barbless hook
and tossed carelessly into an old, rusting pail.

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Anum Sattar

 

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